CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE !
( kind of a pretty boy )

KENNEDY turned the dial to 350 degrees before nick pulled open the oven to place the pan of brownie batter into the oven. matt sat at the countertop, patiently waiting for the the two to finish the putting the brownies in before they could join dylan and chris in the living room, when out of no where chris barged into the kitchen.

his abrupt enterence quickly caught the attention of the three, the grimace on his face evident.

"i see you have a wii in your living room." he forced a cute smile.

dylan came following behind him. "he wants to play just dance." she admitted.

kennedy smiled at the idea, immediately agreeing to it, immediately following chris and dylan into the living room leaving the two eldest brothers in the kitchen. nick pulled out his phone to set a timer for when the brownies would be finished, before starting to walk toward the living room, he noticed his brother, still sitting at the counter, not making any effort to get up.

"are you coming?" he asked, hoping his brother would just respond with a simple 'yes'.

"no," matt continued to scroll through his phone, not even looking up while talking to his brother, "i'm just gonna wait here. tell me when the brownies are done, i'll take them out."

defeat grew over nicks face, realizing the obvious. the recently happy matt had decided to seemingly take a break, and unfortunately, miserable matt had made a comback.

"matt-"

"what." matt responded with evident attitude, dragging his head up to give his brother an annoyed expression.

"alright, i'm not dealing with miserable matt tonight." nick stated sternly. "nor do i want kennedy or dylan having too."

matt didn't budge, still glaring at his brother.

"whatever just flipped your switch, you better flip it back. i'm not letting this be dylan's first impression of you." he crossed his arms. "so, get your shit together, and come play just dance."

matt looked at his brother, ultimately giving into his words. "fine." he stood up from his seat, walking past his brother, making a b-line to the living room.

CHRIS chose the song "locked out of heaven" by bruno mars, starting the game the second he chose the song. as matt entered the room, kennedy's attention toward the game, specifically beating chris, was completely diverted to the negative aura matt brought into the room, as he walked straight over the the couch, slouching down into it, pulling out his phone and beginning to scroll through it.

the dance moves immediately started sliding in from the left of the tv screen. she realized chris was already matching each and every one of them, hearing dylan's giggles as she made her way to switch the lights off.

when she saw nicks pinched expression looking at his brother as he entered the living room quickly change to a smile after seeing his other brother dancing, her motives changed immediately. at first, all she was determined to do, was beat chris. but now, she could only help but worry about why matt seemed so off.

before she could even say anything to matt, ozlo jumped up onto the couch, laying down beside matt. he soft head resting on his lap. matts eyes peeled away from his phone, to look down at the puppy on his lap. without himself even realizing it, the corners of his lips turned upwards as he placed down his phone beside him.

"hi ozzy," he spoke softly, beginning to stroke the dogs curly fur. "hi, hi, hi," he repeated in a sweeter voice than usual, using both of his hands to play around with the puppy, "how are you bubba?" he tilted his head at the dog.

kennedy immediately felt her heart burst into a million flames, her body heating up, and the color of her cheeks turning a deep red, practically choking on the breath that had just hitched to her throat. her stomach began to fill with butterflies. a large smile began to grow onto her face.

and before she even realized it, the song was half way over. now that she knew her puppy was keeping him comfortable, and even what seemed like bringing his mood up, she felt a sense of relief.

"kenny," dylan interrupted her trance, "your loosing."
she said exaggerating the ending.

she shifted her attention back to the game, attempting to catch back up with chris, but at this point, he was just to far ahead.

as the song came to an end, kennedy had already excepted defeat.

"i let you win." she scoffed.

"sure you did." chris responded with sarcasm.

"i still beat you in mario kart."

"and now i have beaten you in just dance." he proudly mentioned.

kennedy laughed off her accidental defeat, before turning around to look toward the one person that was in charge of it.

matt was still sitting on the couch, looking down at ozlo resting his head of matt's lap. he will still letting his fur.

"i see you've made a friend." kennedy acknowledged where his puppy was laying, making matt look up from his lap, locking eyes with the girl in front of him.

"i guess i have." he shrugged his shoulders before smiling again.

there interaction being interrupted by the noise of an alarm going off.

"brownies!" nick beamed from his spot on the couch.

"i'll grab them." kennedy smiled, placing down her controller on the console table, beginning to make her way to the kitchen.

"i'll come with," dylan smirked, trailing behind her.

"SO," dylan elongated the ending vowel, watching as kennedy pulled the pan of steaming brownies from the oven.

"so?" she responded, obviously asking for more information than just the awkward word.

"you lost against chris."

"i did." kennedy admits.

"you were distracted." dylan smiled knowingly.

"uh, i don't think i was."

"umm, i think you were." she retorts with an attitude.

kennedy placed down the tray of brownies onto the counter, "what are you getting at here dyl."

"nothing,"

"dylan."

"fine," she exaggerated, "just i think you were a little distracted with matty boy over there."

"dylan."

"kennedy."

"admit it." she drops the long awaited statement.

"admit what."

"you think he's cute."

"i don't think of him like that."

"nope," she shakes her head in denial, reaching into the silverware drawer for a knife. "i know you well enough ken."

kennedy's thoughts began racing through her head, immediately thinking about how she felt making eye contact with the boy when he first arrived tonight. how she felt during the car ride when he drove her home the night they met. how she felt when he walked her to her front door, telling her goodnight. how she felt when he texted her making sure she was alright after dropping her off. especially how she felt when she saw how gentle he was with ozlo, his voice.

"alright fine." kennedy gave in.

"what?" shock filling dylan's face, she wasn't expecting her to give into her antagonism so easily.

"i guess he's kind of a pretty boy, isn't he?"

a grin grew on dylan's face, almost instantly responding, knowing that she loved to mess around with her bestfriend.

"you're calling him pretty like he's the only one. he quite literally has two clones ken." she sarcastically responds.

"dylan. be fucking for real." she snapped back with a straight expression.

"i'm kidding."

"fuck you." kennedy smiled sarcastically before snatching the knife that dylan had taken out before, beginning to slice into the brownies.

"you love me," she giggles before wrapping her arms around kennedy.

"sure." she responds in the midst of her laughter.

"i told you!" dylan smiles.

"y'know," kennedy pauses what she's doing to look at the girl still wrapping around her, "sometimes i wonder if it's a bad thing that you know everything about me."

"nah, it's not." dyl brushes it off. "because now i can help set you two up."

kennedy freezes. "no."

"no?"

"no. i'm not fucking up our friendship already."

"how would you fuck it up? i know for a fact he feels the same."

"dyl i didn't say i had feelings for him," she begins, "i just said he's good looking."

"no, you said he's a pretty boy." dylan grimaces.

"same difference." kennedy retorts, "can we bring these brownies out now?"

"fine." dylan unwrapps her arms in defeat before practically skipping along behind kennedy as they walk back into the living room.

avas note

decided that i would feed u guys some plot in these chapter 😈😈😈

anyways tell me how the fuck i literally wrote this entire chapter TODAY. while i was IN SCHOOL.

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also ignore how quickly the brownies baked, i was to lazy to write more in the time that they were baking.

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